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IT COULDN'T be He couldn't be here He didn't hear her say thatdid he?

Paling, Winnie turned to discover Morgan Grady behind her, a black trench coat thrown over his ar dark hair almost tidy

"Mr Grady," she whispered, herout?"

He gazed down at her, his expression curiously hard ''I've been trying to reach you"

Heat surged to her cheeks "I came down for a soda"

"I see"

There was athat had never happened before He'd always talked; she'd always listened He'd never been silent with her before "Did you want so?"

"You had a phone call froent I left the number on your desk"

Winnie couldn't reent "Thank you"

His dense black lashes lowered, his ht want to re his arer

Winnie ers brushed his palh her He was angry In her five and a half months with hiry

Quickly, to hide her confusion, Winnie clipped the pager to the waistband of her skirt even as Tiffany dropped her cigarette, stubbing it out with the spike of her high heel

"Mr Grady, " Tiffanyan octave as she held out her hand

He hesitated, turned ever so slightly, and smiled a cool quizzical smile It was a smile he must have practiced for moments like this, when he needed to put distance between hi aloof The sed jaider, his cheekbones stronger "We've met?"

"Once," Tiffany answered archly Her sloith the faintest touch of pink "Well, we sort of met You had business with one of the firm's partners and I notarized the paperwork"

"Ah" Morgan's teeth had never looked so straight or white and he continued to hold her hand in his "You ith Jeff"

"Yes He thinks the world of you We all do"

A black limousine slid next to the curb, and the driver shifted into neutral but the car rean Grady released Tiffany's hand, glanced at the limo, and then back at Tiffany "Iyou, Miss-"

"Saunders Tiffany Saunders And I ith Jeff"

"On the sixty-third floor, right" He sain, and Winnie could see o in his eyes, soy and intensity that made you feel-however brief that you were special That you were the only one alive

Winnie sucked in a painful, self-conscious breath He'd never looked at her once that way

He'd never even gotten her naht

A lump filled her throat and Winnie wished with all her heart she'd never worked for Morgan Grady

Mr Grady started for the waiting car, conversation forgotten, and no goodbyes necessary Move on, seeer, no patience for niceties Just enda

But suddenly he stopped and turned back It was y hot of New York in late June when the air felt thick and yellow, yet he looked coolly elegant in his black suit and shirt

She wondered how he did it, how he handled the heat and pressure without sweating or wilting or fading

How did he predict the market before the market knehat

it was going to do?

How did he juggle dozens of co, panicking, overeating?

She didn't know She couldn't know He was nothing like her